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May I remind you. May I remind you that you are through Being the fresh blood. Everyone's seen the tricks you get up to. It's so nice, it's so cold. Your #17 You have a taste for something You liked to very long ago. Nothing can equal blazing a trail Through fields of virgin snow. It's so warm, it's so sweet. Your #17. It's so firm, it's so neat. Your #17 You feel cold, you're a whiter shade of pale. Truth be told. Hellhounds on your trail. There goes your final nail. Love is a strange bird, Taking us places we can never dream. Hard to imagine, How does it feel in someone else's skin? It's so cruel, it's so new. Your #17. It's so fresh, it's all through. Your #17. You've been told, It was in a silent way, You're too old to go on this way. You really should behave Or face an early grave. There ain't a damn thing I'll ever say to make you change your mind, So take your fancy, Knowing tomorrow is another time. It' so nice, it's so cold. Your #17. It's so soft, it's so bold. Your #17. It's so warm, it's so sweet. Your #17. It's so firm, it's so neat. Your #17. Your #17. |